Tuesday, September 2, 2014

3K Orientation

It's official...summer is over. It's 5:30am, I've been up for 90 minutes, and as I sit here sipping my morning coffee I can't help but feel a little sad inside. It's been almost 4 months since I've been to work. Sweet Piper's early arrival allowed me to start my summer vacation earlier than usual this year. I will admit, it's been a whirlwind of a summer. Having a newborn is tough enough, but add on an almost 4 year old and it's downright exhausting. 

With that said, it's REALLY hard for me to believe Cole is starting 3K this week. Thankful for the staggered start this week, so his official first day is Thursday. Last week we went to orientation...it was not a pretty sight. Cole was up, dressed, ate his breakfast, and put on his backpack ready to go 45 minutes before the start time. I was optimistic and feeling good about Big Guy School. 

He jumped out of the car, walked with me hand in hand to the front door, and upon arrival looked at me and said, "No thank you." I chuckled inside knowing that this was not going to be easy. Jim met us inside and I'm going to sugarcoat it, Cole lost it. He did not want to be there. He may have been screaming, "I'm not going!" At that moment I was thankful Jim was able to leave work to join us...I had Piper and Cole was not having it. The classes lined up and Jim escorted an upset Cole to Room 7. I stayed back for the parent meeting in theh gym, wondering what the hell was going on downstairs. 

About an hour later a quiet Cole came back, in line with his class...Dad not far behind him. He ran over, excited to tell me about his classroom. That's good news, I guess. Jim headed back to work and we headed to the after care room to sign Cole up for camp. Within seconds Cole wanted to show me his classroom. He led the way down, marched in proudly and began showing me the different things he could do. Only later did I learn he watched all these things, including the story, from afar...at least he was paying attention...right? After a few minutes we crossed the hall to his camp room. Cole will be going to before care daily and after school care a few days each week. It didn't take long for him to begin exploring and playing. 45 minutes later and I was explaining to him that it was time to go.

Although the morning started out hellish, it did end well. I am absolutely sure that this Thursday will be another tough day, probably filled with tears and screaming, but at least I know that in due time Cole will figure it out. For the first time in 4 years Jim will be dropping off. I will miss the time Cole and I had in the morning to chit chat, but I will not miss the tears and tough goodbyes. 

It's going to be an emotional week for me...

All ready to go...45 minutes early. The calm before the storm! 

I spared us all the pictures of his tantrum, but here is Cole checking out some of the classroom activities. 

Playing with a camp counselor, Savannah...not wanting to leave. 

We love you Cole and know your're going to have an amazing school year! Dad and I are so proud of you and can't wait to see what the year has in store for you. 

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